10/Madame de Pompadour : rated R
Title - 1745
Author - briodenebuliser
Rating: R (sex and language)
Pairing: Ten/Madame de Pompadour
Word Count: 1,743
Disclaimer: smut, but comic
Summary: "Girl in the Fireplace" episode, explaining 10's comment on "always being a banana to a party".....
She drew him into her bed chambers, the doors shutting the party noise out behind them. He was still unsteady from the all things he had seen in her mind, and the easy way she'd looked him in the eye and picked at the wounds of his childhood. At first he'd wanted to run back to the ship, work on the problem at hand, find out where the hell that horse had come from...but at the same time, he'd seen so much of the inside of her head, so much of her thinking about him. Now that he was in her room, he looked at the shelves, and knew that in one of those architecture manuals was a twelve-year-old's sketch of his face. Poems in the margins of history books. A clean fireplace that once bruised the knees of a young girl, sitting, waiting in the middle of the night for her stranger to return. But more often than not, there was a child in bed, clutching a saber, terrified that a clockwork monster might reappear and she would have to destroy it herself.
She blushed prettily as he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers. She'd crawled over a mountain of men to get to her position at Versailles, but after so many years of not being sure of his existence, wanting this to happen, she felt like a beginner all over again.
His mouth trailed into her hair, inhaling her perfume. "What're you thinking?" he asked. Her face locked into...something instinctual by now.
"Oh," she said, "Nothing of consequence. I was actually thinking...well, of what I could discuss with the Sovereign this afternoon."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Play it safe, stick with the weather?"
She turned away, pacing back and forth in front of her desk. "We can't afford to use mercenaries in this war," she said, tidying up pieces of paper, "Not when the Prussians have a professional army. By winter we'll need regiments from here to north Italy. And Cardinal D___ is trying to justify interference on his country's behalf, but I anticipate that concessions will be necessary if we're to avoid further damage to the Empire. Austria might be juridically uniform, but it is an administratively diverse state, and he'll be hedging his risks if he attempts statesmanship outside of the Vatican...."
He kept his eyes on the back of her neck, the way she ducked her head to squint at a letter. She kept talking at a rapid pace, switching between politics and the pressing need for a national military training center, all at a rapid pace. Bah, she's smart, he thought. He had a thing for women with long legs and brains.
He approached her slowly, until his mouth was right up against her ear. "I've got something for nerves if you like."
She turned suddenly, then looked down at her shoes, tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I was hoping he had read my latest treatise on cadet recruiting, so we would have something to talk about."
"Oh I think he'll find you...distracting." he said, grinning madly. "So shouldn't you be with him right now? Aren't I interfering with terribly important matters of state?"
She arched an eyebrow. "You do not prefer my staying?"
He gasped dramatically, clutching the heart on his left side. "Madame! You wound me!" And from a side pocket he produced a banana. "You ought to try this, it helps with the jitters."
"What, may I ask, is that?" she said.
"Aaaah." he said vaguely, placing the banana on the table. From another pocket he pulled out some a carton of cream. Then a glass. An ounce of green liquid. Four ice cubes. And a blender.
She blinked. "What do you have in those coat pockets?"
"Ah, alternate planes of existence, saves on luggage. Loaned it once to a pal of mine, Harpo, man could've made you laugh til you choked." Adding all the ingrediants into the blender and securing the top, he pointed his sonic screwdriver at it until it became a frothy, slightly glowing mixture. Pouring it into the glass, he said, "Should take twenty minutes or so to kick in, but dead lovely stuff. All the way from Vega."
"I do need my wits about me for this meeting." she said.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked, winking.
Once she'd drunk it down and left for the party, he sat on the bed, waiting for her to return. He didn't have to wait long, soon she was tearing past him, locking all the windows, doors, stuffing scarves into the gaps where people might eavesdrop.
She was radiant. "His majesty will be presenting me by the end of the month."
"Brilliant," he said, "Now, do you still want to talk politics?" Bits of her clothing were falling onto the floor, while he sat immobile. "Or maybe you want to talk about something else?" Hairpins tinkled lightly on the oak floor. "Should I...?"
"No," she said, "I have yet to see clothes like yours before. I would be pleased if you could keep them on, if possible."
"Do you talk fancy all the time?" he asked. "Were you like this in bed with the other chaps? Were they as boring as they sound?" Standing on the mattress, he began jumping up and down. "I bet they never asked you to do this."
She looked up at him with a glitter in her eyes, laughing, and began to jump up and down with him, the two of them switching off beside each other like children on a seesaw. He thought she had the most beautiful laugh. And he couldn't help but stare at her breasts at this point. "Cor, he said, "Ought to make bed bouncing a spectator sport."
He stopped. "You are a surprising woman, ya know that?"
She threw her arms around him, pulling him down. "So many years I dreamed of seeing you again."
"Some day I'll take you away, we'll visit other civilizations, sail past new suns" he said, his hands reaching for her face, "Watch stars collide."
Her naked legs wrapped around his waist, relishing the roughness of his clothing. She pushed him onto his back, unbuttoning his pants, where his erection was tenting the fabric. "What did you put in that drink?" she asked. Her cheeks were completely flushed now, a faint sheen of sweat on her temples and between her breasts. "It's like...I'm starving, or thirsty, but I don't know for what."
"Well if you ever get a chance to visit Vega---" but his words were cut off by her cunt descending over his mouth, her legs wrapping around his shoulders .
"Don't talk now." she said, gripping his head between her thighs. She curled her fingers into his hair, and rocked back against him, biting her tongue to prevent from crying out. Surprised, but not unpleasantly, at the sudden effect the drink was having her, he worked his mouth on her as if she were a salty peach. Her belly trembled at his touch, her breath catching as she struggled to stay silent. He slid a hand up her waist, steadying her as she rocked back and forth. Sometimes she gave a little whispered cry, sad because she haven't a name to whisper, just 'darling' over and over.
After a while she reached for his erection, and felt that he was ready. "I need you to be on top." she said.
He wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. "How was it? Too much teeth? I'm a bit dodgy, out of practice---"
She grabbed him by the shirt with both hands. "I don't know what the fuck what in that fruit drink, but I'm...hungry...my belly is empty and I don't know why. I'm going mad!" She laid on her back, positioning his arms just so and her legs just so, until they were in a position completely foreign to him but obviously old hat for her.
"Er, are you comfortable---" but stopped when she grabbed his erection and led him inside of her. Something exploded in the back of his mind, and it was hers, invading his thoughts. Every erotic fantasy she had had about him after their second meeting plowed into his brain like a pack of wild apes. Even though he could look down at her almost delicate face, pushed back into the pillow in the throes of ecstacy, his head was ringing with all the things she wanted to scream in sexual frustration. Maybe the drink had been a wee strong...he was pretty sure he could last long enough to satisfy her, but she wasn't giving any indication of coming close to climax, the activity in her head wasn't allowing her to focus.
Oh but she loved the feel of his wool suit against her skin, the coat draped over her knees. She'd been trapped in that corset all day, and now every touch felt eletric, though something was missing...
"Electric you say?" he asked.
She blinked up at him. "How did you hear that?" she asked, "And what is electric?"
"Ah HA, I know how to fix that." he said, searching his pockets.
"What's that?" she said, "Your sonic device?"
"No, but it is sonic." he said, placed the vibrator against her clit.
She bucked suddenly like the electric arch off a Tesla coil, and stayed there, making no effort to be quiet. "OH GOD OH GOD I'M GOING TO DIE" and such. She began huffing and puffing, her breasts moving from side to side as she rolled her hips against him. She looked straight at him, her teeth grinding into her bottom lip, as she pulled his face closer to hers. Her kiss was hard, her tongue invading his mouth as she fought against holding her breath. "I'm...I'm..." she said, "Put that away." Tossing the toy away, she grabbed his hips, her nails biting through the fabric as she forced him to go faster. Just as she getting close, he heard her final thought, "Please, stay."
He couldn't hold back, all the lonliness she had dredged up earlier faded in the taste of her pink, laughing mouth, and he kissed her as if for the last time, burying himself in this brilliant, frail, mortal woman. He came so hard that lights went out behind his eyes.
Afterwards he looked up into her face. What was that? she thought.
"When stars collide." he said.
Author - briodenebuliser
Rating: R (sex and language)
Pairing: Ten/Madame de Pompadour
Word Count: 1,743
Disclaimer: smut, but comic
Summary: "Girl in the Fireplace" episode, explaining 10's comment on "always being a banana to a party".....
She drew him into her bed chambers, the doors shutting the party noise out behind them. He was still unsteady from the all things he had seen in her mind, and the easy way she'd looked him in the eye and picked at the wounds of his childhood. At first he'd wanted to run back to the ship, work on the problem at hand, find out where the hell that horse had come from...but at the same time, he'd seen so much of the inside of her head, so much of her thinking about him. Now that he was in her room, he looked at the shelves, and knew that in one of those architecture manuals was a twelve-year-old's sketch of his face. Poems in the margins of history books. A clean fireplace that once bruised the knees of a young girl, sitting, waiting in the middle of the night for her stranger to return. But more often than not, there was a child in bed, clutching a saber, terrified that a clockwork monster might reappear and she would have to destroy it herself.
She blushed prettily as he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers. She'd crawled over a mountain of men to get to her position at Versailles, but after so many years of not being sure of his existence, wanting this to happen, she felt like a beginner all over again.
His mouth trailed into her hair, inhaling her perfume. "What're you thinking?" he asked. Her face locked into...something instinctual by now.
"Oh," she said, "Nothing of consequence. I was actually thinking...well, of what I could discuss with the Sovereign this afternoon."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Play it safe, stick with the weather?"
She turned away, pacing back and forth in front of her desk. "We can't afford to use mercenaries in this war," she said, tidying up pieces of paper, "Not when the Prussians have a professional army. By winter we'll need regiments from here to north Italy. And Cardinal D___ is trying to justify interference on his country's behalf, but I anticipate that concessions will be necessary if we're to avoid further damage to the Empire. Austria might be juridically uniform, but it is an administratively diverse state, and he'll be hedging his risks if he attempts statesmanship outside of the Vatican...."
He kept his eyes on the back of her neck, the way she ducked her head to squint at a letter. She kept talking at a rapid pace, switching between politics and the pressing need for a national military training center, all at a rapid pace. Bah, she's smart, he thought. He had a thing for women with long legs and brains.
He approached her slowly, until his mouth was right up against her ear. "I've got something for nerves if you like."
She turned suddenly, then looked down at her shoes, tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I was hoping he had read my latest treatise on cadet recruiting, so we would have something to talk about."
"Oh I think he'll find you...distracting." he said, grinning madly. "So shouldn't you be with him right now? Aren't I interfering with terribly important matters of state?"
She arched an eyebrow. "You do not prefer my staying?"
He gasped dramatically, clutching the heart on his left side. "Madame! You wound me!" And from a side pocket he produced a banana. "You ought to try this, it helps with the jitters."
"What, may I ask, is that?" she said.
"Aaaah." he said vaguely, placing the banana on the table. From another pocket he pulled out some a carton of cream. Then a glass. An ounce of green liquid. Four ice cubes. And a blender.
She blinked. "What do you have in those coat pockets?"
"Ah, alternate planes of existence, saves on luggage. Loaned it once to a pal of mine, Harpo, man could've made you laugh til you choked." Adding all the ingrediants into the blender and securing the top, he pointed his sonic screwdriver at it until it became a frothy, slightly glowing mixture. Pouring it into the glass, he said, "Should take twenty minutes or so to kick in, but dead lovely stuff. All the way from Vega."
"I do need my wits about me for this meeting." she said.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked, winking.
Once she'd drunk it down and left for the party, he sat on the bed, waiting for her to return. He didn't have to wait long, soon she was tearing past him, locking all the windows, doors, stuffing scarves into the gaps where people might eavesdrop.
She was radiant. "His majesty will be presenting me by the end of the month."
"Brilliant," he said, "Now, do you still want to talk politics?" Bits of her clothing were falling onto the floor, while he sat immobile. "Or maybe you want to talk about something else?" Hairpins tinkled lightly on the oak floor. "Should I...?"
"No," she said, "I have yet to see clothes like yours before. I would be pleased if you could keep them on, if possible."
"Do you talk fancy all the time?" he asked. "Were you like this in bed with the other chaps? Were they as boring as they sound?" Standing on the mattress, he began jumping up and down. "I bet they never asked you to do this."
She looked up at him with a glitter in her eyes, laughing, and began to jump up and down with him, the two of them switching off beside each other like children on a seesaw. He thought she had the most beautiful laugh. And he couldn't help but stare at her breasts at this point. "Cor, he said, "Ought to make bed bouncing a spectator sport."
He stopped. "You are a surprising woman, ya know that?"
She threw her arms around him, pulling him down. "So many years I dreamed of seeing you again."
"Some day I'll take you away, we'll visit other civilizations, sail past new suns" he said, his hands reaching for her face, "Watch stars collide."
Her naked legs wrapped around his waist, relishing the roughness of his clothing. She pushed him onto his back, unbuttoning his pants, where his erection was tenting the fabric. "What did you put in that drink?" she asked. Her cheeks were completely flushed now, a faint sheen of sweat on her temples and between her breasts. "It's like...I'm starving, or thirsty, but I don't know for what."
"Well if you ever get a chance to visit Vega---" but his words were cut off by her cunt descending over his mouth, her legs wrapping around his shoulders .
"Don't talk now." she said, gripping his head between her thighs. She curled her fingers into his hair, and rocked back against him, biting her tongue to prevent from crying out. Surprised, but not unpleasantly, at the sudden effect the drink was having her, he worked his mouth on her as if she were a salty peach. Her belly trembled at his touch, her breath catching as she struggled to stay silent. He slid a hand up her waist, steadying her as she rocked back and forth. Sometimes she gave a little whispered cry, sad because she haven't a name to whisper, just 'darling' over and over.
After a while she reached for his erection, and felt that he was ready. "I need you to be on top." she said.
He wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. "How was it? Too much teeth? I'm a bit dodgy, out of practice---"
She grabbed him by the shirt with both hands. "I don't know what the fuck what in that fruit drink, but I'm...hungry...my belly is empty and I don't know why. I'm going mad!" She laid on her back, positioning his arms just so and her legs just so, until they were in a position completely foreign to him but obviously old hat for her.
"Er, are you comfortable---" but stopped when she grabbed his erection and led him inside of her. Something exploded in the back of his mind, and it was hers, invading his thoughts. Every erotic fantasy she had had about him after their second meeting plowed into his brain like a pack of wild apes. Even though he could look down at her almost delicate face, pushed back into the pillow in the throes of ecstacy, his head was ringing with all the things she wanted to scream in sexual frustration. Maybe the drink had been a wee strong...he was pretty sure he could last long enough to satisfy her, but she wasn't giving any indication of coming close to climax, the activity in her head wasn't allowing her to focus.
Oh but she loved the feel of his wool suit against her skin, the coat draped over her knees. She'd been trapped in that corset all day, and now every touch felt eletric, though something was missing...
"Electric you say?" he asked.
She blinked up at him. "How did you hear that?" she asked, "And what is electric?"
"Ah HA, I know how to fix that." he said, searching his pockets.
"What's that?" she said, "Your sonic device?"
"No, but it is sonic." he said, placed the vibrator against her clit.
She bucked suddenly like the electric arch off a Tesla coil, and stayed there, making no effort to be quiet. "OH GOD OH GOD I'M GOING TO DIE" and such. She began huffing and puffing, her breasts moving from side to side as she rolled her hips against him. She looked straight at him, her teeth grinding into her bottom lip, as she pulled his face closer to hers. Her kiss was hard, her tongue invading his mouth as she fought against holding her breath. "I'm...I'm..." she said, "Put that away." Tossing the toy away, she grabbed his hips, her nails biting through the fabric as she forced him to go faster. Just as she getting close, he heard her final thought, "Please, stay."
He couldn't hold back, all the lonliness she had dredged up earlier faded in the taste of her pink, laughing mouth, and he kissed her as if for the last time, burying himself in this brilliant, frail, mortal woman. He came so hard that lights went out behind his eyes.
Afterwards he looked up into her face. What was that? she thought.
"When stars collide." he said.